URLtv – Mr. Wavy Vs. Jerry Wess lyrics

[Round 1: Mr. Wavy]
Yo I'm flexin' this bout
I guess this one is a lesson for clout
I saw the trailer, you a good nigga, what's all that fake aggression about?
Man, you got a daughter...maybe ya babymoms stressin' you out
They said I look like Lebron James, okay....Well I guess it's time to see what the west (Wess) is about
Y'all be hypin' him, since we rivalin', I've been prepared to silence him
This ain't nothin' but an old box, King Vitamin
Fuck he think, rusty shank, I'll put a knife through him
Two blades stuck in his helmet, I'll Minnesota Viking him
If he scheme I'll put him in a dream, you say "goodnight to him"
Before he crossover, I walk over the body; Allen Iverson
I'm triflin', shit'll get different I'll pull a rifle in
I'll disappear after the dum dum (dumb dumb) I'll 50 Tyson him
Y'all know I'm here to flame shit
After this battle, don't be tryin' to explain shit
He pussy, he ass, I disrespect the niggas you came wit'
You that same nigga, that go to the store, give everybody the same shit
You don't bang shit, you wasn't on that corner, shootin'; Ray Allen game 6
When I rap, you don't feel that pain shit nor gang shit
Jerry Wess? I'll be on the west (Wess) side of Jerry, that's how I name flip
Bang! In my life, I've been witnessing some insane shit
It's like you gotta go through the L's before you gain shit
I man up to my own actions, I don't blame shit
A hood nigga, but stay close to the street fam', no Paul Cain shit
See you got ya 'get money niggas' who fuck hoes, that's regular cool stuff
The real shooters avoid confrontation but they be tooled up
Them stick up kids? You gotta watch 'em, they just waitin' to snatch ya jewels up
See each one got a different mind state on how they view stuff
See the get money niggas said "Yo, Wavy. It's one direction, that's too move up."
The real shooters said, "Stay true to yourself. You don't need to be gooned up."
The stick up kids, you just watch 'em, cause they move sus'
See each trip showed me a different lesson; The Magic School Bus
I grab a tool, pistol whip him, he'll be black and blue
Matt, Jeff, these is ladder moves, show gratitude
How you my son with an attitude?
Head shot, doctors pick him up a lil' later, he got after school
I'm a bad sport, shotgun in the pants leg- nah, I got it half off
The print, you see by the thigh, I got on Cav shorts
My mask off my back to the wall, I'm feelin' like it's no way out
I can't be like Vegan Verb, we on the stakeout (steak out)
Waitin' for Wess, this shit be quakin' when it roar
But there was really too many people to leave him by the store
I wait 'til he get to the crib, hop out, BAOW! Leave him by the door
Ne not feelin' his self...but thought he was gettin' in secure (insecure)
I'm sure, you know cause you not feelin' yourself, nigga think-
You wanted that overnight fame, well I'm delayin' your progress like ya flight change
You barely got a margin of the street like the bike lane
You type lame, semi automatic, I got a nice aim
But we always double or nothin' like I'm losin' up in the dice game
Oh you thought I was gonna get up here and play witchu?
He thought this was gonna be a little debatable
No nigga, you my son, don't make me Kanan you
You gassed up, don't make me inflate you
See, where ever he go, don't become a runner
I follow every move that you make, I got the tracking number
I'm locked on and I'm seizing the moment
Nigga talk tough, but I doubt he really be on it
Til I walk up, they gon' have to chalk the opponent
He catch a mil' (meal) outside, I was feedin' the homeless
That's what type of time I'm on
They gave me Jerry Wess to be wildin' on
Yo Smack I don't wanna hear that, "You do good battle nahmasay-"
Nah, that Dream old; Olajuwon
I don't wanna hear that bullshit like the Verizon song
It's a wrap for this nigga here (hair) without a bonnet on
I ain't really come for the Sprint, I'm with the marathon
Only time he in the field, he got the Madden on
Big clip, his shit, bring his empire down like Babylon
I'll drop these niggas off one by one, you see the hazards on, nigga
You thought you was gonna come here and take my crown
No, you'se a doo rag they brought you here to try to hold Wav' (wave) down


[Round 1: Jerry Wess]
I said you made it to the main stage
You tussled with Shine but John put you in the dirt nigga
Then you was gone for a minute
Seemed like his whole career was goin' in reverse nigga
But then you returned, to the DMV, you was lookin' rejuvenated versus Twork nigga
The fans was hype, sayin' "The Wave is back" they was talkin' 'bout Surf nigga
They say this a mirror match, it's really not my dude
Performance sorta similar, but bar wise he got them fooled
And (In) this League Of Shadows cast over, his come back shocked y'all too
But I'ma show y'all it's no comparison, oh I'ma teach tonight, Ra's Al Ghul
They say I'm over hype when I'm smokin' niggas, I should wear a mask
Dr. Crane said use it to my advantage, and make him fear the gas
What you sportin' Wav'? What I pull from the palm made (Pomade)
Death easy
Cause once the can' blew, he 360, I did Wav' greasy
I been workin' on my performance, keep my guns at a safe difference so I won't, keep bumpin' him
Tryin' to get him out his character, figured the best way to get the Wav' is keep bustin' him
Bando wit' the fifth, every bar nickle boy, it's ya day fam' with a gem'
Star on ya face like Mermaid Man
A shooter from Brazil, she'll get the TEC and wave ya
If I bring that Brazilian here (hair), she'll be wettin' (wet and) Wavy
But if she missin' he shot, they ricochet
She on key though, usin' a sub, whatever miss will (missile) go through Wav' (wave) like a torpedo
He from the jungle, his life a zoo, I'll be damned if he school me
This nigga got knocked for Llama squeezin', but that was animal cruelty
I need PC when those (Windows) MAC raise
You'll be second guessin' if you should try us
Pop him while he Twitter thuggin', his shit blew (blue) on the screen like a computer virus
Blood on the keyboard; space bar, all cause the fans hated
Now I'm his supervisor, cause the head shot made him cover the shift like it's mandated
ARMY shit, come outside or we breaching the premises of Joseph, call it
In front his crib, Soviet Union my niggas rush in (Russian) if Joseph staling (Stalin)
Or wait 'til he in his car and make a mess if he act up
Dome shot, put this batch on the radio, I'm requestin' for back up
We should've left him where John John put you and let ya soul burn
There's only three waves we care about, Surf, Max B and the old Verb
Oh he mad cause we stylin' on you
And the nigga talkin' 'bout he from Brooklyn
He can get his whole fuckin' soul tooken
Niggas know I'm the fuckin' best
Niggas know who was killin' it all 2018, nigga Jerry Wess
I'll take ya girl...and she gon' be mines...and you gon' be alone partner
Now he on the 'gram, watchin his ex videos (Xvideos) like the old Saga
He gettin' put behind bars, 'til his only means of communication is a postcard
I'm from the ARMY, but the URL hired me to take care of Wav' (wave) like a Coast Guard
I'm in beast mode, make one call; finito
My niggas steal (still) on Wav' (wave) like they don't give a fuck if the beach closed
He not a threat, that's disrespect
Miss me with the warnings nigga
Cause the only people that said the Wav' (wave) dangerous is from New Orleans nigga
You think this battle, lowers or raise my stock?
This is an outrage, Kevin Durant, I could've went my whole career without Wav'
The TEC blow, ya set know, fuck am I still rappin' fo'?
That nigga was dead when I said, "Yo"
Let this nigga go, man


[Round 2: Mr. Wavy]
Free Chef Trez, cause done gained- we was on some bro shit
This rebuttaling thing, he really showed me that's some pro shit
You bringin' up my battle with John John like that's some cold shit
Rusty .38, I got it cause it unload quick
And it's just like that battle with John John I keep bringin' up some old shit
You showed America you Got Talent {claps}
Relax, I'm not sayin' you the best rapper
You just got a lil' X-Factor, but you no top threat
Til you barely Dance With The Stars now you callin' out Hitman like you some Top Chef
It doesn't matter what you do in Hell's Kitchen
Cause if the audience don't fuck witchu it's hard to remain cold
See the real Voice comes from the fans, Deal or No Deal I peaked that's what the game shows
But as long as my Price Is Right, I'm definitely here to hold it down
You know, unload these rounds
But I wouldn't be me if I didn't go ahead and switch these words around
See this is Hell's Kitchen, and I'm the top Chef
You be a lil' too amped witcha bars
Yo America, the talent I got, deal or not, shit'll make you scramble the odds
I'm from Brooklyn where if that Price Is Right you won't get a chance to evolve
Ayo Wess, peep my X Factor, BAOW! This shit'll make you Dance With The Stars
Gawd!
See, I know exactly what ya problem is, your chain punches, see they a compliment
See they may think you wildin' when I don't see no accomplishments
But when your logic end, his whole image, you see the lies through him
It rap, it's no monuments, no cadence, no confidence
You real eni mini mani mo with ya punchlines that's why ya reactions be candid to me
Randy Johnson, the shit you pitch be comin' off a little left handed to me
I'm on my bully, cause you be talkin' as if you'll really plug one
If somethin' was to happen to any of mines, I'm comin' back [?] one
.40 on me, I'll bring a cougar through, a Ruger too
I catch Wess and his little one is beautiful, like a musical
I take her to a rooftop in [?] I'm shootin' you
His daughter like, "Please, don't, kill, my, daddy!" All you see is her stupid drool
Push Wess off the cliff then she can share that ride wit' him like an Uber pool
You don't punch like that, I'm troublesome
All these new niggas, y'all be in love with them
Y'all comfort them, they wanna Shine in battle rap, y'all be shovin' 'em
Y'all ain't even peep what I wrote, well let me publish 'em
Shine, battle rap, he ain't know I took our a K right in front of him
I'm back to the game shows, cause I be Wild N' Out, yeah I feel I'm bossin'
You the Weakest Link, they just wanted me to seal ya coffin
You in Jeopardy, especially cause you feel you flossin'
You drive a Bentley, okay Wess, that's some Wheels Of Fortune
But ya V is a (Visa) stupid target, you ain't even Discover I got a stupid cartridge
All in his feelings, this American Express-ion shit that we do regardless
Wait, Visa, Discover, American Express, see how I keep it honest?
He just got credit on a card, but what I'm aimin' for (four) give me some different charges
You said I'm all performance and no bars
I'm all performance and no bars?!
Well y'all 'bout to love it like no protein and no carbs
I got the crime on him, you the type to get knocked out and go get ya mom on 'em
Papoose with his hat off, I got a line on 'em
I'm movin' silent, with that five wavin', I go mime on him
Each bar comin' out of the dust, Mike Jack' Remember The Time on him
.9 on him, hit a button, watch me recline on him
BAOW! Jerry (Jheri) curl once this finger wave but no design on him
I said I'm so smooth, I could shine on him with no jewels
They shipped you to ride on Wav' (wave), you left ya boat shoes
I coast through, look at his niggas, but approach you
You'll get backed down, hook, shot, I'm not talkin' post moves
I'm no fool, y'all handy men with no tool
How you a 100K but ya niggas from 100K ain't got no views?
But you let them join in ya battles, hey it's no rules
And Jus' Frank look like a 20 year old Swave Sevah...and that's your go to?
Your right hand man your go to, well fuck it, he gotta go too
Stockin' cap wit' the MAC, nigga I'm old school
BAOW, bring him down to a knee like the proposal, I told you
If I get the barkin' wit' the four, head shot, shit look like I threw a waffle at the door, I don't believe you
Whatever TEC you got, the gat answer
New TEC, you kept it a secret for years you Black Panther
That was fire? What kinda (Wakanda) shit was that?
There is why I'm hurt wit' it
Cause if you kept it a secret for years, just means you ain't have to put in no work wit' it
Nigga, I'll work wit' it, it ain't the same where we from
See it's a difference between a gun range and bein' in the range of a gun
You my son, you don't know I be fuckin' ya bitch and she be callin' me?
By the look on his face I can tell she still think that she avoidin' me
I whip out...she treat me like royalty
She be spoilin' me
I'm 'bout to nut, she act accordingly
She just be waitin' to catch the bus (bust); Port Authority
He looking at me like, "No not nice
He's sayin' a bunch of things that me no like."
When he get home he goin' through his bitch phone at night
Like, "Where the fuck is this nigga Wav'? Ooh aight."
That's round two, you know I came to chalk- nah
I should give him one more, but it ain't peaceful probably
Head shot, you gon' need the nigga behind you in the wheelchair probably
They gon' be like, "Damn, that nigga Wav' did son sloppy."
So when y'all see Wess (west) Crip it ain't niggas bein' out Geechi Gotti
That's round two, y'all know I came to chalk him out
I look him dead in his face and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"


[Round 2: Jerry Wess]
I said ya career need a redo, fuck it that's what we all sayin'
Wav' gon' have to start over if I give him a bald head
These tre's sound debatable, I gotta blast it
Fire rounds from both sides, we got a classic
If he sees me pissed, you die a real (diarrhea) death if you mention me
What brought him to his death? A K did, are you shittin' me?
If he do say he lick a shot with the fifth, y'all think a nigga gettin' crazy
That bar usin' too much chaser, ain't nobody feelin' Wavy
His girl told me, beat on her, I was gonna scare him and put him to sleep next
But she told me, "back him down", and now I gotta draw for the victim, that's a police sketch
Scope on the gun, give him a head start then I'm airin' this
I'm good with the range (derange) people; I'm a therapist
He slow down, a round open him up if I see him slippin'
Boom! Now a hole in the kid from the pop like his BM trippin'
We shoot first, no questions later, expect nothin' but death from us
Two .40's, fuckin' these niggas up like the endin' of Step Brothers
This match was a setup from the very beginning
We was plannin' on his death soon as P said that he wit' it
My mans rock him, then the Louieville, get him a dentist
After the punch he gon' turn into the Bat next like Terry McGinnis
My shooter a bitch, I give her the final cut, and she grabbin' the TECs
She by the do' B (adobe), and he motion five then brain damage the after effects
I kill him, then I cover my tracks, simple
Nothing drastic, where I'ma hide the body? Nypho, the fuckin' attic
I'll fuck up ya Logic with these Pro Tools
Two to ya spine, or I can chop Wav up myself and save money on studio time
I catch him in Coney Island, I can hit him from the pier if he don't move soon
Life's a beach, the tides change, I pull on Wav' (wave) like full moon
On Born Legacy he was killin' the crowd
They hate ya rounds
Versus Bill listenin' to Wav' (wave) put them to sleep like nature sounds
And then Hitman was on SM7, I doubt that'll be his last one
And if they ever lock us in, Smack, make sure they don't gas son
Matter of fact, let me get back to this trash bum
(Yo Jerry let us jump in)
Nah, y'all almost fucked up my last one
The fans been tellin' me, tone it down, not all round Jerry, don't lose ya step
Cause this The Strike, so the next nigga to jump in better be my union rep'
These niggas always talkin' stats and how their career's a W
Well whoever talkin' how many wins they put up, bitches; WCW
Speakin' of bitches, my bottom bitch wouldn't let you hit
You don't get it fam'? She wouldn't ride the Wav' (wave) if she was your biggest fan
He talkin' flagrant? Violation, these caps will ops y'all out, do me foul
Shoot the tre', get Waved off like the shot don't count
Y'all said he could go bar for bar? Y'all did not do me justice
These rounds, dragon blows, I put a lot into these punches
I'ma kill you and do time, nigga
No I'm kill you in due time, nigga
That's time nigga

[Round 3: Mr. Wavy]
I was on vacation...eatin' good y'all, no fast food
With a bad bitch real classy, fat ass too
They think cause you humble and clean don't mean that I won't spaz too
They take my kindness for weakness and y'all done sparked the last feud
That got me feelin' like Ghost which is bad news
See I can be a gangsta and a gentleman
But I also know how to get rid of a body when I have to
Yo Wess, let me ask you
In your battle with Green, fuck you mean, you came back before Prep and Wavy?
That right there just let me know that you a sucka nigga
Tryin' to get cool points, what's up wit' niggas?
See the difference between me and you is when you official you don't need no validation from other niggas
And I ain't know watchin' my moves was your thing?
You said it like you was pursuing to be the king
Yeah, Jerry the king Lawler
He just known for talkin' about what other niggas doin' in the ring
I come back to my home league on my own speed
Just keep my name out ya mouth like you some fuckin' broad
What you fuckin' scared?
Or the clip I got longer than my return to We Go Hard
Y'all want bars? Well peep the signs
Cause he cancer to what the block need
You probably an informant
He'll do anything to get the pie C's (Pisces)
Actin' like you always on go, you ain't got a season pass
If you don't leave bruh (Libra), I swear this an easy bag
Tore us (Taurus) if he want, I'll let the heater blast
Fuck a style, right in the street is where I leave yo (Leo) ass
I cap a corny (Capricorn) nigga, you know it's do or die
I'm a star, you peep the swag, you see the gem in I (Gemini)
If I ride, it's a homicide, fuck was Beasley on
Knowin' I will walk on Wess (West) like I got Yeezy's on
Yo, you wanted Wav'? Nah, now you waved
This shit'll amaze, I'll black out with the punches like the demon Rage
Infrared, shine a light on the artist like the VMA's
Jerry Wess get a .44 that's Beanie Sigel age
You wanted Wav'? Y'all fool me, y'all Looney
Cause when he rap, his bars, cartoony
Like it or not, you gon' flop and that's where y'all fool me
It's like I'm defendin' Jerry Wess (West) shot, I put an arm in his face Bob Cousy
This is a small vet', y'all pet
This is what my comp' is, I turn him into a compass, I'm takin' all bets
I just came from down south, but I be goin' up north, I'll leave this kid stretched
Big TEC, pull up, on his east side, hit his abs, leave his mid west
You wasn't even who I request
Don't get gas cause you ass and you really not poppin', you like VIM sweats
But let me stick to the point like an index
Fuck a classic I'd rather stick to a body, that's a Simtec
Gem star, 'cross his face, leave his skin exposed like fish nets
Fuck a classic, I'm tryin' to stick to another body, that's a Simtec
I hate niggas and you the nigga I'm 'bout to lynch next
Spied on him, I see a spot over his head, I'm tryin to bench press
It's never no lazy rounds all on some Wavy shit
But I wouldn't be me if I wasn't on some Mr. Wavy shit
Like, you got some suckers witchu
If they runnin' witchu I come and get you
Hold it down....I'm fuckin' witchu
He thought I was havin' mic problems he should've been worried about another issue
If shit lit, like a gas stove, look I don't need the Mag' bro
I'll walk up, hit him with a jab slow
He swing, I'll weave and hit him with another jab low
I could've just left him alone...I'm an asshole
I keep punchin' him in
(Like what?)
Like the Wi-Fi to the passcode
This what he asked fo', rags to riches, oh you got Biggie talent
I catch Wess in the city wildin'
Hop out the whip, it's the Shiggy Challenge
I'm movin' silent, thinkin' violent
I'm tryin' clip, .9 grip, [?] suppress these shots, I ain't tryin' miss
Leg shot, he hit the ground, I walk up get his spine hit
Then I keep throwin' bullets at Jerry like Steve Young in '9-6
I tried to tell you but you no listen
Thought he was fuckin' wit' Mr. Wavy, you trippin'
You goin' back to We Go Hard as a victim
Everybody else go on strike but you? You no listen
That's round three, y'all know I came to chalk him out
I look him dead in his face and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"
Wavy

[Round 3: Jerry Wess]
Before I start, somebody tell the other Da Don I'm from the future
I already passed his grave
His fate? Kennedy death cause y'all can die right after Wav'
But this nigga too good for We Go Hard
Knowin' Ciddy the one that stamped this nigga
Hit the main stage and got Hollywood
Now Ciddy (city) beneath Wav' (wave) like Atlantis nigga
I done swam in those waters, thinkin' you gon' black man tough- I'll stop ya plan
I communicate with the sharks, now watch me talk to Wav' (wave) life; I'm Aquaman
How B-Magic say? Sex on the bitch, you get laid in dirt
Well now I'm the Avatar, it'll be fire when Wav' (wave) get Earth
I'll catch him in ATL, I'll swing a blade fast and catch food when I Wav' in ten like John dropped him from Bullpen
His shorty start actin' different, just know she out cheatin'
She wit' me, what he think she doin'? I doubt sleepin'
A nigga tried callin' her phone, hopin' she ain't out creepin'
And Wav' get no response like...that's a Hollow you can brag about beatin'
He lookin' at me like, "He not nice."
Lookin' at Smack like, "I should've went on strike."
See you was the man with the zombie shit
Put on a show, you beat Twork, nobody cared, you still an unknown
I could've made him a fatality, but the Chef took all of his soul
His career wobbly, why finish him? He gon' fall on his own
I catch him at a yacht party, tryin' to flash money with his besty
For showboatin' I'm movin' fast on Wav' (wave) like a jet ski
Nigga, my bitch will stab and shoot you, looks deceiving
He won't even think, "danger"
She nice with the dagger and fuck with the Tommy, she the Pink Ranger
If I get to swingin', he gon' be the first nappin'
Hit a Roc(k) mad loud like Surf rappin'
"Yo Roc!"
Tell Rum, the Gem cross his face
I'll cut it close and get the strap, the case solid on Nitty
They gon' have to sew and stitch him back
Nothin' personal, I thought that was dumb hot
Plus they ran outta Henny, I had to take a Rum shot
Wait, how you gon' player from cuttin' you? I will not stop it
I will dump the Swizz Miss in his mug; hot chocolate
Wait, ya sis' a fuck a hoe, I love it
(What that mean?)
Alana shit
You gon' see Wess (West) with the Lil' Pump right behind the bitch
Versus Twork he told that nigga he was gonna hit him with his "nigga .9"
Then go show off at the end of the battle like the nigga tried him
That was me? All y'all would've heard is a nigga died
Can't trust nobody in ya circle
I get hit wit' your nigga .9
See this nigga know, [?]
If I would've take the snake road, then I would've been on
But these rounds I put together golden, so his death is what I wish for
Tell ya BM cut the bull [?], pop the trunks or get wigged off
I'll lay her down, big blade
Draggin' (dragon) over ya Earth like Shenron
I been beatin' these niggas with my eyes closed, I'm on the real level
To the point, I can't even see who I'm fightin'; Daredevil
Every battle in 2018, y'all know I came to chalk him out
But why nobody ask Wavy, "Fuck is he talkin' 'bout?"
Brooklyn